My pants are a-flame. (guess why.)

Sorry about the whole lying to all of you guys about sending a picture essay to you this weekend thing. I was going to "write" an essay about my night out on the town with the BEAUTIFUL miss Laura Coolidge, but it was her dads birthday. (*pouts*) Anyways, I'm sorry.

Last night was Jimmy Fallon's last episoide of Saturday Night Live. Talk about sad.

If you have never done so, YOU should go out and listen to some of Bad Religion's stuff from the '90s. Greg Gaffin's Lyrics are fucking deep, man. Heres an example:
God I want to be a Man
but I dont want to die with a rifle in my hand
and as the the planes blacken the sky
it sounds like heaven is falling
it sounds like heaven is falling

Impeach Bush.

Speaking of heaven falling, that reminds me of my idea for the world's most epic fantasy/religous novel/series. It will definately step on some peoples toes (jeremy). It's still in the planning stages right now, but if I ever get around to writing it, it will be fucking EPIC. Ironicly, however, I would need a religous scholar (jeremy) to help me write it. Hmmm.

Last night we went skating, and Za9ck totally sacked. Ouch.